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The Seven Little Sisters –Sonnet


The seven little sisters 
seem to be in distress
not to be seen anywhere
their tweets from  nowhere 
holds me fixed for a while
 oh! they barge down in style.

The seven of them take stock
all of them together flock
search for their prey
the worms wriggle in a play
one by one the sparrows  pick
gather a bounty  and fly quick.

A feature that happens everyday
makes me happy and gay.